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There is an awakening magic each day in the early morning, a sense of an old earth-spirit rekindled that seeks to knit together all that is good. The early afternoon warmth that was radiating from the sun over Horseshoe Overlook was just want the gang needed.
Somehow the start of the day had brought hope upon the gang, more so Eliza. She sensed that the days ahead were becoming brighter and lighter and things were starting to look somewhat good for the gang again.
All of the gang members had awoken hours ago and were now tending to their own business. Some were busy in conversation, others with chores and some had left the campsite in hopes to find ways to make money or find any possible leads.
Arthur Morgan however hadn't left the campsite at all this morning. He was seated on the ground, his back pressed against a large tree stump with his journal out on his lap. His eyes had been fixated on the couple just meters away from him for a while now. He would stare and stare and then doodle either a small drawing or little paragraph in his journal.
In the early evening of yesterday Sean had been returned back to the camp by Arthur, Javier and Charles. The return of the young Irish man had certainly lifted everyone's spirits and Arthur himself felt just a tad bit better than yesterday.
He looked down at his journal and scanned the once blank page, reading carefully what he had wrote down.
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